Consort Yun conducted herself with decorum, yet inside, she was enduring a brutal blow. She was completely out of sorts.
Zhao Junyao turned around. Upon seeing her still paying respects, he said, "You may rise as well!" Then he sat down in the very spot he had been before. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then lowered his head, preparing to gather up the chess pieces one by one.
Seeing this, Consort Yun hurried over. With a renewed smile, she said, "My lord, allow me!" With that, she sat down opposite Zhao Junyao.
He didn't refuse and continued drinking his tea.
After Consort Yun had tidied up the chess pieces, she said, "It is so hot, yet it is rare for you, my lord, to be in the mood for chess. I have prepared some dishes and wine, which I believe you will enjoy!"
"Oh?" Zhao Junyao looked amused.
"If that's the case, bring them out. I happen to be hungry as well!"
"Yes, my lord!" Consort Yun was elated.
